Chapter 2: Everything She Cares About Most
The female voice was deliberately lowered, without losing the cruelty in her immature tone. From the moment they were captured, they were held in an iron cage covered with a black cloth, so she couldn't tell the difference between east and west.
Hearing her ask, it was a woman's voice again, and Dahan suddenly remembered something?
Surprised, he blurted out, "You are the county lord of the Southern Jin Dynasty?" ”
Because most of the useless captives are killed, and only useful people can survive.
In addition to the lord of the Southern Jin Dynasty, the other is the prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty.
Nan Qiao knew that she didn't have much time, and she had to leave here before Ji Wuyu came back from the palace.
"Don't talk nonsense, don't say I'll kill you right now!" The foot that stepped on the big man's back increased the force.
"If you kill Lao Tzu, you don't want to escape from here, someone will find out about it soon, and you won't be able to fucking escape!"
Although the big man is rude, he is a tough guy who is not afraid of death.
Ji Wuyu's soldiers are not only uneducated, but also stinky and hard like stones in the pit.
The vine was tightened by her again, and the big man saw that he was about to be strangled to death by her, but after thinking about it, it was so dark that he couldn't tell the direction, and it would be troublesome if he entered the tiger's mouth again.
A hint of brightness flashed in the girl's dark eyes, the vine in her hand was loosened, and the big man almost suffocated to death, the most weak, it was her best time to start.
The blade on Nan Qiao's body was searched on the day she was captured, but there was one thing, those who didn't know the goods thought it was just a silver bell bracelet, but they didn't know that this was her most powerful weapon.
The seven bells on her bracelet are specially made, and the small bells in different positions have different functions, symbolizing the three souls and seven spirits of people.
However, in modern times, this is just an auxiliary tool for her hypnosis, and it is not nice to call it a hypnotic tool, and she prefers the name Soul Bell.
Nan Qiao was an orphan in a welfare home in his previous life, and was fortunate enough to be accepted as a disciple by a hypnotic master because of his talent. Later, Nan Qiao followed his master to travel around the world, specializing in hypnotherapy for some big people with mental illness. She has been with her master for seven years and has already become a world-class senior hypnotist.
But God is going to oppose her, on the day she was about to become famous at the age of twenty-five, on the way to the international press conference, Nan Qiao had a hidden disease that she had carried for many years suddenly attacked, and died after rescue.
When he opened his eyes again, Nan Qiao had already crossed over to a baby, and even the Soul Bell had also crossed over. That year, the Southern Jin Dynasty was in a cold winter, freezing three feet and snowing heavily. She lay in the snow, shivering and unable to move, and next to her lay a woman covered in blood, who had long since lost her life.
Nan Qiao thought that God wanted her to die again, but fortunately, the young prince of the Southern Jin Dynasty passed by and took her back to be raised by the Jiangling King and his wife, who had never been childless.
Over the years, the king and his wife have always regarded her as their own, and the emperor only knew people when he saw her, and at the age of twelve, he was named the lord of Zhaoling County...
After being reborn, Nan Qiao felt that the crossing was right for the first time, there was a father and mother in the imperial city of the Southern Jin Dynasty, a master who taught her martial arts, and the prince Nan Musheng, who loved her since she was a child, and even the emperor's uncle in the Southern Jin Dynasty looked so kind. Nanjin is her real home!
If Daye did not send troops to attack the Southern Jin Dynasty, how good would it be if he didn't destroy all this?